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Reuniting a Family with a Title Loan
April 17, 2013

After high school, Dad  wanted to pursue his passion of music. When the chance came to join a professional band, he took it.  Mom joined the San Francisco Art School to study graphic design.  They had been high school sweethearts and, although no concrete plans had been made, they intended to spend the rest of their lives together. Things remained good between them when Dad had weekend gigs around San Francisco.

Then the band got bigger and he was away further and for longer. By then, they were living together and Mom was expecting.  Also, the band recorded their first album, so there were press meets, tours and concerts around the state and beyond. Mom was a freelance graphic designer and Dad became an occasional visitor in our home and lives.

When I was about 19, feeling the gap in my life and in Mom’s, I confronted him when he visited.  He was very open with me and I saw him in a totally different light. He had hit the highs of performing to thousands of screaming, adoring fans, top rated albums, travel and good money, but the low of leaving his long-term love and family life was constant.  He had felt he couldn’t just quit the band though, so he had stayed on. Until now!

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I was happy to help him put together a surprise for Mom. In fact, I wanted to chip in for a grand reunion. I browsed the net for cheap loans and came across title loans in San Francisco. They offered loans with cars as collateral.

Looking over their terms, I was glad to find there wouldn’t be any credit rating checks. Their repayments were affordable and their interest was also fair. I applied online. I was asked to give my car registration details for them to verify its value, ownership and that there was no other loan on it.  The next day I was signing the contract and picking up a check from San Francisco Car Title Loans.


When the day came for ‘my important event at college’, Mom and I got dressed up and left.  She was surprised when we pulled up at her old school and when we got to the field. You could have knocked her over with a feather when a spotlight came on and there was Dad serenading her from the stage we’d been setting up, lights and all. She cried through the whole ‘Second Chances’ song and was quiet for most of the dinner at the swanky hotel I had booked them a table.

Dad had moved back to San Francisco and invested in a music studio to work as a producer. He had also bought a fixer-upper that we worked on. He became a frequent visitor to our home, but was ready to give up when so many weeks later,  Mom gave him no indication that she would be interested in trying again.

We were working on the house when she showed up.  Play that song again, she asked.  He did and this time we all had tears when she simply said, “sounds good.” After years apart, they were together again.  They had never formalized their union and I was happy to contribute to that too with money left over from the  San Francisco car title loans company.